Casting it aside, I found the delicate soft black stockings Ana had worn. I finally found, wrapped in a bundle, her sexy tiny black thong. I wanted to...check the proof; still hoping I could be wrong…Her black thong smelled of very wet pussy. I carefully examined this tiny piece of cloth closely in the light. There was a spot on the material that was damp. The crotch was totally soaked and stained with a thick mess of dried substance coating the fabric.The white cum traces on the crotch were. . ummm ... I ... I'll be in the other bedroom ... ummm ... whenever ... ummm ... you know ... you and her are..." Then I just opened the door and rushed to the other bedroom and flopped down on the bed.Even though my cock was still as hard as a steel rod I was too dazed to even think about touching it, and I was way too stimulated to get to sleep so I just lay there staring up at the ceiling trying to process what I had just seen. About twenty minutes later, as I continued staring fixedly at. Kiki is really, really turned on, I'm surprised that me jacking off had that much effect on her, so I guess we'll be doing that again, in private, hopefully. With her being so turned on, it's difficult to just not set her off immediately, but I do manage it. Kiki does like being teased like that, and more to the point I get to enjoy myself more. So I work away at her for quite some time, she's really writhing and moaning, that should make for good footage, before I finally set her off into an. I turned around to thank him and walked straight into his friend, Art.“Don’t wanna hang out with the big boys, huh?” He said in a deep, rough voice. Art was huge. A lineman for the high school football team, Art was currently a bouncer at the club Jack liked to frequent. He used to work construction, which had accounted for several (but not all) of the scars that were scattered around his body. He was a man; strong and scary. It wasn’t attractive, so much… but dangerous and furtive. God only.